Cameras ft. Trey Flowers Lyrics

Camera camera camera paparazzi

Paparazzi yea

Niggas want the chili but ain't saucy

They ain't saucy no

Big loafs, I'm talking Panera

Big bread

Richard Millie on the time check the bezel

Bussin

Camera, camera, camera watch her pop it

Watch her pop it

Watch her ride with no hands when she saucy

When she sauce it up

Cameras camera camera watch her buss it

Like a model

And she throw that ass back full throttle throttle

Ain't trying run in my ex she gone be questioning me

I ain't got time none of ya biz don't be stressing me

Out of my mind, trying relax, don't press me

Know I got a new bitch so don't call my phone I won't answer

Damn you was a cancer so its cigarettes I smoke

I say fuck this shit and burn this shit down up in smoke

I can't take this shit I'm dying how the fuck I'm supposed to cope

But that's past life I'm asking baby, what we gonna eat now

Baby what's for dinner, what we gone order

I rather eat out, baby you the supper

Put it in ya mouth, going down south

You hotter summer, we touching til sun up

I hope you recover, way to many shots, okay

Don't expose you, yeah

Pose for the camera, its light show

Its a light show

We getting it in with the lights on

With the lights on

Keep the mic on

Mic on

Yea, I'm touching your body, that's my body baby, yea

Camera camera camera paparazzi

Paparazzi yea

Niggas want the chili but ain't saucy

They ain't saucy no

Big loafs, I'm talking Panera

Big bread

Richard Millie on the time check the bezel

Bussin

Camera camera camera watch her pop it

Watch her pop it

Watch her ride with no hands when she saucy

When she sauce it up

Cameras camera camera watch her buss it

Like a model

And she throw that ass back full throttle throttle

Bussin